The Forsaken Destiny

"Remember, hot chick, we're not done yet. Next time we cross paths, I'll make sure that when you open your eyes, you're warming me in my bed," he remarked, chuckling.

"I want you to know that the next time I see you, I'll make sure you feel cold in your grave," I replied, and I saw how frustrated he was.

Everyone's attention was on us, and I saw how Covyn insulted me and wanted to hurt me, but I just raised an eyebrow at him. I noticed Neima stopped him, bowed his head, and apologized for Covyn's behavior. Afterward, he dragged him away from me as they were walking with Marcelene. She seemed to recognize me, since she was narrowing her eyes at me.

Neima tapped his arm when he noticed Marcelene couldn't take her eyes off me. Everyone turned their attention to me, like they knew me and recognized the sword. Did they see the previous owner of this sword?

When Covyn was at a walking distance, I turned my attention to the old lady. "Are you okay?" I queried, as she was gazing up at me.

I offered my hand to help her, and she reached for my hand, accepting my help, so I pulled her up to help her stand up. "Thank you," she acknowledged.

"You're welcome; I am here to help," I responded, and pulled away my hand from her.

She stared at me like she had seen me before. "It must have been good that you came," she stated, there was fear in her voice. "And you should teach him a lesson," she suggested.

"My mother was right," an early 30's woman came out from the door of their house. "He was so arrogant, including that huntress; she will save your life, but in exchange for good deeds, even though they know that people here are penniless." She explained, and the way her eyes gazed at me, it seemed she was counting on me.

The old lady spoke. "It's been a long time since you visited this town, and the news we heard is that you gave up ownership of that sword."

I didn't want to lie, so I took a deep breath. "Because it's tough; I'm tired of running away from those," I simply uttered and cleared my throat.

"May the real owner of this sword forgive me," I stated inwardly.

"It's good that you came back," the old lady affirmed, smiling.

"You can save this town from those abusive and arrogant warriors," a girl said from behind me.

At that time, I saw the real owner of this sword, her eyes welled with tears as she wiped them away. I guess she doesn't want to give up ownership, but all the lives of people in this town were counting on her, and they were all relying on her. So, this is her reason? But did people in this town also blame her when she couldn't save someone else from death?

"Forgive us for what we did four years ago." The old lady knelt down, and everyone did the same as I glanced at my surroundings.

"You don't need to do that," I glanced at each of them. "Stand up!"

They all stood up and shook their clothes, using their hands to remove the dust from their clothes. I turned around and jumped over the roof of the house in the right direction. This sword grants me abilities that I don't have and gives me strength.

So, does this mean this sword also granted me the appearance of the original owner? This sword is so powerful and dangerous when it falls into the wrong hands. Once it goes into the wrong hands, they might use it for evil activities. As I was behind these houses, I spotted three hunters in the distance.

"What are they up to?" I sought information, furrowing my eyebrow.

The sword started to glow again while the sun's rays were hitting the blade. A white line went directly to the sunlight until I felt something strange. I almost lost my balance and could have fallen to the ground at any second. My vision became blurry, and my body began to weaken until my body dropped onto the dusty surface.

I woke up and I was still here. "How long did I sleep?" I seek answer to myself.

I glanced at the sun. "What? Three hours?!" My eyes widened in shock.

I scanned my surroundings until a loud buzzing filled my ears, so I closed my eyes. I opened them again, confused. Voices echoed in my mind, clear yet distant. One voice was familiar.

It was Neima.

"Covyn, be careful. If she finds out you're the reason she was blamed years ago, she will kill you," Neima warned.

What did she mean?

Covyn Reeve laughed. "I am more merciless than her," he retorted.

Ryezev, standing nearby, spoke. "You're not so sure about that, Covyn," he pronounced coldly, his tone arrogant.

"I assumed that's why she gave up the sword," Neima uttered. "When I tried to claim it, it struck me away. She's the only one who can wield it," she explained firmly.

But why could I wield the sword? Does that mean the sword chooses its owner?

No one knew she hadn't actually returned. I wondered where she was now, after leaving this town for good. The towns people called her a powerful demon huntress warrior, the only one who knew how to escape this hellish place.

I heard Neima speak again. "Covyn, if you don't know her yet," she began, "I want you to keep in mind that she's the great warrior of this town." She stated firmly, and Covyn, feeling insulted, clenched his fist.

"That couldn't be!" He yelled, lunging at Neima. Ryezev stopped him.

Covyn was probably jealous. She had everyone's attention, their compliments. Her kindness was unforgettable. She was still the one they wanted, and Covyn Reeve might be afraid of being replaced by her. They were both wielding powerful swords, and I think the Sword of Shadows was in the wrong hands. The sword should choose its rightful owner.